Primarchs are demigods of the Reality universe, perfect creations of genetics and Warp mysticism, possessing astonishing combat power.
Even a mere clone is far from what ordinary people can compare to.
Warmaster and the Players watched dumbfounded as little Fulgrim charged towards the enemy.
His fists were like steel, striking a Necron Warrior with a clang of metal, sending the Necrons flying as if hit by a truck going 180 km/h.
A visible dent appeared on its metal-forged chest.
A Seraptek Construct swiftly glided across the battlefield, pouncing on little Fulgrim.
The lower half of this Construct was a metallic, serpentine body ending in a sharp dagger, while its upper half had two pairs of arms; one pair ended in sharp metal claws, and the other held a glowing green Phase Blade.
After dodging the Seraptek Construct's attack, little Fulgrim circled behind it.
With his thick, powerful hands, he grabbed the smooth metal snake-like body.
With a mighty pull, he easily lifted it, wielding it as a weapon, instantly knocking down seven or eight Necron Warriors who had surrounded him.
After swinging it a few times to build momentum, little Fulgrim let go, sending the Seraptek Construct flying into the rushing enemies, knocking them down.
The Players of the Cow and Horse Squad watched in astonishment; those Necron Warriors were like mere trifles before little Fulgrim, utterly routed.
"The Primarch's replica is already this powerful?"
"I want to be a Primarch too! I wonder if the game will offer an option to advance to Primarch?"
"Damn it, I must challenge him."
A Necrons Overlord, holding a Phase Sword, charged at little Fulgrim.
He was taller than a Necron Warrior, with more intricate patterns on his body.
His eyes glowed green, and he held a staff inscribed with ancient Necrons runes.
"How dare you act so brazenly before us? When we traversed the stars, you were but an uncultivated group of monkeys."
The Necrons Overlord roared, swinging his glowing staff at little Fulgrim.
Little Fulgrim sidestepped the attack, grabbing the Overlord's staff.
"If we are uncultivated monkeys, then what are you? A pathetic group of metal skeletons?"
Little Fulgrim first pulled the Overlord's staff forward, then released his grip when the Overlord tried to pull back, causing him to lose balance and slide backward on his knees.
Then, he seized the opportunity to rush forward and deliver a kick, directly knocking the Overlord to the ground.
The next second, he repeated the trick.
He grabbed the Necrons Overlord's metal ankle, lifted him high, and then slammed him fiercely onto the ground.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of the metal body hitting the ground continued, deafening, creating shocking cracks on the surface.
The Necrons Overlord's body also developed shocking cracks.
After confirming the Necrons Overlord had lost the ability to resist,
little Fulgrim casually tossed him aside.
"Living longer doesn't mean you're stronger."
"Traversing the stars? That's because you haven't met humans."
"A pathetic group of metal skeletons, this is no longer your era."
Little Fulgrim's words were like poison, breaking the Necrons Overlord's composure in just a few sentences.
"Monkey!"
The Necrons Overlord roared in a hoarse voice, then struggled to stand up.
As soon as he propped himself up with his hands, little Fulgrim kicked him flying.
He crashed into a distant wall.
With a loud bang, the Necrons Overlord fell apart.
Little Fulgrim looked up and saw Trazyn looking at him, so he strode over.
"Damn it! Stop him! Stop him for me."
Trazyn ordered his Royal Wardens to block little Fulgrim.
Little Fulgrim swung his fists.
Thumping sounds continuously echoed in the air.
With only his fists, he cut through the Royal Wardens and stood before Trazyn.
"You're the one who captured me."
Little Fulgrim's eyes burned with rage; the anger of being betrayed made him eager to find a target for his wrath.
"This was a transaction; Fabius gave you to me." Trazyn gripped his staff, confronting little Fulgrim.
Even with his sturdy metal body, Trazyn clearly knew he was no match for a Primarch.
Primarchs are the pinnacle of genetic engineering, infused with the power of the Warp; once fully awakened, they possess power not inferior to gods.
And he was merely an old scholar who enjoyed archaeology.
"I'll go find him, but for now, I need to collect some interest first."
As his voice fell, little Fulgrim launched an attack on Trazyn; his movements were so fast that afterimages appeared in the air.
With one punch, a sonic boom erupted in the air.
He needed no weapons; a pair of fists was enough for him to defeat all enemies here.
In just two rounds, Trazyn was sent flying, crashing into the wall.
His metal body was nearly torn apart.
Green coolant flowed from the cracks, like his blood.
Several Royal Wardens rushed over, shielding their master from little Fulgrim.
Trazyn seized the opportunity to pull out a cube inscribed with endless Necrons runes.
A unique ghostly green light emanated from the box.
"All of you shall become my collections."
Trazyn unlocked the box.
A burst of light erupted, spreading rapidly. Instantly, time and space ceased to flow, and everything fell into stasis.
Trazyn smiled.
In the end, he had won.
But the next second, the God Chosen, who should have been motionless, began to move again.
"Thankfully, we have Cortana, otherwise we would have been ambushed."
Warmaster was somewhat relieved.
They were wearing the Hell Pioneer Power Armor developed by Cortana.
Besides its various excellent performances, this power armor could also borrow some of Cortana's power at critical moments.
When they were controlled by the stasis field released by the Dimensional Cube in Trazyn's hand,
Cortana activated the Hell Pioneer's spatiotemporal device, granting the Players a unique spatiotemporal field, allowing them to move freely within the stasis field.
"This is impossible! How can you possibly!" Trazyn, usually composed, sounded a little flustered.
He had never imagined that his foolproof trick would fail now.
One must know that the Dimensional Cube utilized Star God technology.
How could humans possibly decipher Star God technology?
This is unscientific?
This goes against the common knowledge of the universe?
Warmaster and the others surrounded Trazyn.
"Now, it's time for reckoning, Trazyn."
"Surrender, you can't escape."
"The Infinite, you wouldn't want to—"
Trazyn held his staff, looking at the surrounding God Chosen, hardened his resolve, and launched an offensive.
After a fierce battle, he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.
"Next time, I won't lose."
Trazyn shouted.
Immediately after, he tried to release his consciousness and escape.
Warmaster, with quick eyes and hands, pulled out a collar device and placed it around the Necrons Overlord's metal neck.
With a click, the collar automatically locked and grew fine metallic tendrils that connected to Trazyn's body.
Immediately after, a chaotic stream of code appeared in Trazyn's eyes.
His mental consciousness was trapped within his body, unable to escape.
"How could you possibly possess such technology?"
Trazyn was genuinely panicked this time.
Using the detachment function to escape the battlefield was his ultimate life-saving move.
Now, it had failed!
How could this be??
"We've let you run away so many times before, did you really think we wouldn't be prepared this time??"
Trazyn's decoy tactics had greatly annoyed Warmaster and the others.
They would finally defeat one, only to find it was a clone.
Defeat another, and it was still a clone.
Trazyn was a master of the 'cunning path' style; it would be a pity if he didn't transmigrate to a xianxia world to cultivate immortality.
Twisted person took the Dimensional Cube from Trazyn's hand, closing it and allowing time and space on the battlefield to resume their flow.
The changes of all things in the world returned to their unstoppable path.
Everything that had been stopped was hastily making up for the few seconds it had lost.
Almost instantly, everything happened.
Little Fulgrim regained his ability to move.
His previously paused fist fell, striking a Royal Warden, sending him flying with a bang into the distance.
"Mission accomplished. Have the Eternal Retribution battleship transport us out."
Rescuing little Fulgrim and capturing Trazyn, both mission objectives had been achieved.
Warmaster and the Players decided to withdraw from the battlefield.
They established communication with the battleship in orbit, requesting to be teleported back.
The Necron Warriors fell into a frenzy.
They couldn't just watch their Overlord be captured like this.
But the Players were already prepared.
Several Players stayed behind to cover their retreat, ready to sacrifice themselves to buy time for the other Players to evacuate.
"The Eternal Retribution battleship has locked onto our coordinates. Everyone gather around."
Bright arcs of light appeared around Warmaster.
Tiny bolts of lightning, as if imbued with life, danced around him.
"Go, let's leave this place first."
Tenjiro and Twisted person pushed Xiao Fulgrim next to the Warmaster.
The Necron Warriors launched an all-out assault on the Players, successfully taking them down,
but it was all too late.
A dazzling radiance appeared, enveloping the Warmaster and the others.
When the radiance vanished, they had already departed,
leaving behind a host of Necrons Overlords and Warriors, letting out desperate roars.
Trazyn's capture caused panic among the Necrons high command.
Sunnet, as his assistant, stepped forward to take charge.
"The Curator still has backups on the Solemnace world; as long as he dies, he can immediately resurrect in a Tomb World."
After using this explanation to calm the numerous high-ranking officials,
Sunnet ordered the remaining forces to continue transferring through the dimensional wormhole, evacuating this soon-to-be-fallen planet.
When Little Fatty and the other Players broke in, the pyramid was already empty, leaving behind only the artifacts that had not yet been transferred.
This campaign, which lasted several months, thus came to an end.
The news of victory quickly spread back to Terra.
The news of a captured Necrons Overlord was nothing short of a bombshell, stirring up a storm.
As soon as the news of the punitive fleet's return to the Sol System spread, countless citizens waited at the port,
the cargo loading passages were once blocked, impassable.
Alex had no choice but to deploy the army to maintain order and prevent a malicious stampede.
Only with enforcers holding stun batons and leading enforcement teams wearing Power Armor could they awe the fanatical populace,
making them stand obediently outside the cordon, clearing several paths on the port platform so that some citizens who wanted to leave could do so smoothly.
When the punitive fleet's warships entered the port, the long-waiting citizens cheered.
When the Players walked out of the warship with the captured Necrons Overlord,
the cheers were even more overwhelming and deafening.
The Ecclesiarchy personnel, who had been waiting for a long time, scattered flowers, taking this opportunity to praise the Emperor.
It was already common knowledge in the Empire that the God Chosen were the Emperor's kin.
The welcoming ceremony was grand, and the participating Players grinned, constantly waving to the crowd.
Upon exiting the warship, Adeptus Mechanicus personnel specifically checked them,
making them remove any strange decorations and dress neatly in their armor to avoid discomforting the public.
This was Alex's order,
after all, the Players as a group generally had a 'jokester' mentality.
He was genuinely worried that these guys would perform a 'big bird spinning around' at such an important ceremony.
Just thinking about that scene was enough to make one's vision go black.
While the God Chosen and Imperial heroes received cheers and flowers from the populace,
a group of people was quietly transported to the surface by a black transport shuttle.
They were Xiao Fulgrim, as well as Marsanor of the Luna Wolves and other Astartes.
For certain special reasons, they could not appear before the public to avoid unnecessary public opinion turmoil.
"We used to be the protagonists." Marsanor's voice carried sadness.
Before being taken away by Trazyn, he had also enjoyed countless such welcoming ceremonies; they would walk proudly before the crowds, accepting cheers, flowers, and applause from the people.
But now, he was like a rat scurrying across the street.
He could only hide in the shadows, no longer able to stand in front.
"Father, why? Why did you betray? You once loved the Emperor so much, you once swore you would give your life…" Marsanor asked again and again, but no one could give him an answer.
They were the Luna Wolves, the noble warriors of the Emperor,
but in this era, there was no place for them.
Xiao Fulgrim also appeared very gloomy.
If he were to appear before the public,
the Iron Hands Warband, having lost its Primarch, would surely bring many of its successor Battle Groups to Terra to demand an explanation.
His main body had personally cut off the head of the Iron Hands Primarch,
this was a hatred the Iron Hands Warband would never forget.
The black transport shuttle silently entered Terra, taking these individuals of special status to a hidden location for Placement.
Senior General Tura, as the Captain-General of the Custodian Guard, also participated in the celebration.
But his gaze would always unconsciously fall on the God Chosen.
These powerful God Chosen had all participated in the Pilgrimage Crusade and had been to the Webway hub—Miracle City.
That was the main battlefield of the Webway War,
and the God Chosen had obtained many relics of fallen Custodian Guard there.
However, these relics had been damaged after multiple uses, which pained Senior General Tura greatly.
After the celebration, Senior General Tura found Alex and knelt on one knee before him.
"Saint, I wish to reclaim the relics in the hands of the God Chosen; those relics are suffering irreversible damage."
"If they continue to remain in the hands of the God Chosen, I fear they will soon be completely broken and discarded by them."
Alex stopped his work, "So, you want the God Chosen to hand over the relics they obtained?"
"Yes." Senior General Tura nodded, "Those Custodian Guard sacrificed so much; they deserve to be revered by future generations. Let them leave a trace in this world, Saint."
After a moment of thought, Alex drafted a quest.
[Quest: Recover the remains of Imperial heroes fallen in the Webway War. Custodian Guard Captain-General Senior General Tura is saddened by the sight of the God Chosen carrying equipment of the fallen Custodian Guard.
He is heartbroken to think that those Imperial heroes who fought to the last moment for the Empire in the Webway have yet to find peace.
It's time to bring the fallen heroes home.
Go and register with Senior General Tura; he will explain the quest details.
Quest Requirements: Bring back the remains or relics of fallen Custodian Guard from the Webway. Quest points will be evaluated based on varying values.
Quest Reward: Custodian Guard One-Day Experience Tour (You can wear the Custodian Guard's golden armor, wield their unique halberds, and perform duties in the Imperial Palace for one day.)
Bonus Reward: Top ten on the contribution board can enter the Throne Room to observe the Emperor's majestic presence up close.
Top three on the contribution board: Additionally receive a Blood Game One-Time Experience Card (You can plan a thrilling infiltration, simulate eliminating Custodian Guard along the way, and ultimately successfully reach the Golden Throne.)
First place on the contribution board: Gain access to the Imperial Palace dungeon to serve as a jailer, guarding Abaddon's good brother—Kaelen—for one day.
(All experiences above can be photographed and officially sent to your personal email.)
]
"Saint, will this really work?" Senior General Tura looked at the quest, somewhat unsure.
Alex nodded, "Not only will it work, those God Chosen will even thank you."
Senior General Tura looked confused,
but ultimately made up his mind and released the quest.
As soon as this quest appeared in the quest log,
the high-level Players who had just attended the welcoming ceremony immediately became excited.
Warmaster: "Ah, no, assassinate the Emperor? Is it that exciting?"
Tenjiro: "@Warmaster, this quest suits you very well."
Little Fatty: "I witnessed the Warmaster personally kill the Emperor."
Sea Turtle: "No Lokarn memes allowed."
"This quest allows photos, wow."
"We have to go for this, it's for showing off."
"I'm going to find Senior General Tura first, you guys chat slowly."
"Shameless, I'm going too."
The Players were very enthusiastic about this quest,
they didn't even bother with the subsequent banquet arrangements and rushed to accept the quest.
Due to the game mechanism, quests had limited participant numbers,
first come, first served; those who were slow wouldn't even get a drop.
Senior General Tura was initially a bit hesitant, letting those God Chosen do a quest where the reward was letting them be a Custodian Guard for a day—it sounded a bit unreliable!
Until he saw those God Chosen appearing at the end of the corridor,
looking at him like hungry wolves seeing meat.
"The Captain-General of the Custodian Guard is there!"
"Charge! The quest is ours!"
"Don't snatch it, give me some face."
Seeing the howling God Chosen, Senior General Tura breathed a sigh of relief,
it seemed the task of recovering the Custodian Guard remains was settled.
These God Chosen were truly strange; were they really that happy just to experience the life of a Custodian Guard?
Senior General Tura stood in place, pondering how to speak to be more imposing and authoritative.
He cleared his throat, ready with his speech,
"God Chosen, you—"
The Players ran too fast, couldn't stop, and crashed into Senior General Tura all at once,
sending the Custodian Guard Captain-General, who was engrossed in thinking of words, flying.
The dignified Custodian Guard Captain-General slid seven or eight meters on the ground just like that.
The noisy Players suddenly became incredibly quiet, looking at each other.